The Lord Is Too Overbearing

Goblin.

Demon of the lowest rank.

They had a small body, and agile feet. They were the weakest species of the lowest Demon class. However, they were the hardest to deal with.

Moving in group, Goblin finished their opponent by ganging upon them. The fertility of this species was so extraordinary, their number was insurmountable. No matter where one went, one would be able to meet them.

This is what made them hard to deal with. They seemed endless.

"Advance!"

Thompson shouted once, and all of the Knights of Hauler moved inside the Dungeon, while maintaining their formation, of course. Thompson arched his sword widely, bisecting the swarm of Goblins coming at him.

Steven utilized his Aura Ability and slowed down every Goblins coming at him by increasing the gravity around him. The goblins could only watch, while he beheaded each one of them.

Norman and Effie did a good job on backing up Sylvia, the weakest and the youngest member in their party.

While Effie used her bow and arrows to kill every Goblins in her vicinity, Norman used his Scythe to reap the life of the lowly creatures coming at him.

Sylvia was in the middle of them, eliminating any Goblin that could pass through their guard. Jake smashed the ground ever so slightly, killing the goblins coming at him with the wave his gigantic hammer produced.

The scene could be described with two words. Well coordinated.

Cray's eyes lit up even brighter at the scene he was seeing. He was exceptionally pumped seeing the well coordinated party slaying every Goblins like washing dishes.

"Whitney! When are we going to enter?!"

"Hold your horses, Cray. There is a reason why we don't directly jump in." Whitney looked at Cray seriously. "What is it?" Cray asked impatiently.

"Field observation," Basil answered. "Whenever Knight and Mage combine their power to defeat an enemy, Knight have always become the bait. They will buy the time for Mage to observe the place they are battling in, before forming a strategy."

Cray frowned. "Exploration sucks! Subjugation doesn't need any of it."

"That's because Subjugation for a Mage is an individual battle. If you die, you will die alone. It's different from Exploration, which is counting on teamwork," Whitney rebuked Cray.

While the two were conversing among themselves, Basil was quick in his action. He observed every nook and cranny the Dungeon room had.

The room was a big empty hall filled with Goblins. It was 80 meters in length, and 50 meters in width. The room was 40 meters in height, making it unnecessarily tall.

At the end of the room, Basil could see two opened big gates on each side of it. The Goblins were ceaselessly coming out of these two gates.

A strategy was formed in his mind, and he turned to Whitney.

"I got it." Whitney nodded his head. "Let's do it your way." He had understood what Basil was intending to do, even without Basil saying it.

Basil turned his head to Cray. "Let us break through the horde of this lowly creature." When Cray was about to open his mouth, Basil quickly cut him. "Follow every command of Whitney."

Cray closed his mouth, and Basil turned his body toward the room of the Dungeon.

"I will clear the path. Cray will be Whitney's protector, and Whitney shall prepare the Field."

The two people merely nodded at Basil's word. They seemed to forget Basil was actually their junior, and had a fewer Magic Circles compared to them.

His voice sounded so convincing, and his wide back made them feel safe. At that moment, he looked like a great general leading a battlefield.

Well, they weren't wrong.

Flash!

Kusanagi appeared in Basil's hand. He utilized his Qi, and Kusanagi shone in bright yellow light. An ethereal bright yellow light also covered his entire existence.

His Aura Ability, [Master Of Weapons], was activated. Basil felt like he was using [Synchronization]. He felt one with Kusanagi, it felt no different than his own hand.

The two Mages behind him were gaping their mouth in disbelief. All of them were too bewildered, their fellow Mage turned out to be also a Knight!

Surely, their bewilderment didn't end there.

Basil utilized his Mana, and converted it to electricity. Mixed with his Qi, the supposed to be blue electricity turned bright yellow. With a softly spoken word, an Art was activated.

"[Thunderclap]!"

Flash!

Basil became a streak of yellow lightning traveling to the middle of the Dungeon room. Followed by that was a thunder.

Boom!

It attracted everyone's attention, as hearing a thunder in this enclosed space was as weird as seeing a woman with a beard. Possible, but not without a certain circumstance.

When they turned their eyes toward the one who had produced the sound, a rain of blood poured down the path he had passed.

Basil had cut every Goblins standing in his way to pieces in the split second he crossed the room. In result, a brief rain of blood caused by the spurting blood occured.

When the rain ended, a stream of blood was made in place of his track.

Before the entrance of the Dungeon hall, Cray was ready to cheer enthusiastically about how cool Basil's stunt was. However, Whitney quickly gave him a command. Thus, preventing him to do so.

"Let's catch up to him."

Cray went behind Whitney, and hugged him from the back. "Hold your breath!"

Whitney did as what he had been instructed, and Cray muttered a Spell. Wind quickly gathered behind him, forming a pair of wings on his back. Then, they shot forward.

Whoosh!

Although they didn't cross the room as fast as Basil, they caught up to Basil quickly. It only took them two seconds to cover the distance.

When they caught up to Basil, electricity coiled around his body once again, before he vanished to the end of the hall.

Flash!

Boom!

The attention of the Knights of Hauler was attracted once again. Although it wasn't their first time seeing a Mage fighting, they were still amazed by how flashy it was.

"We have our own battle! Focus on your fight!"

"Yes!"

The Knights refocused their attention on their fight, and countless of Goblins fell in every second. It was an easy fight. However, the Goblin's wave was as endless as many people said.

At the end of the room, the three students stood, facing one of the opened gates. Whitney materialized his Grimoire, then quickly chanted a Spell under his breath, before shouting, "[Earth Boundary]!"

A thick and sturdy wall of earth surged form the ground, isolating the vicinity of the opened gate they were currently facing. Goblins kept pouring out of the gate, and quickly filled the isolated space.

"Assume your role!" Whitney shouted.

Whitney stood close to the earthen wall he had built, and overlooked the entire battlefield. He would support Cray, while Cray was exterminating every Goblins in the space.

"Speed is power!"

While being watched by Whitney, Cray was passionately killing every Goblins his eyes laid upon. He moved agilely through the field, plucking every head of the Goblins, quite literally.

Like Basil, Cray was a Battle Mage. He had casted [Reinforcement] on his entire body, even his hands were as hard as a rock. Coupled with his Step Art that crazily amplified the speed of his move, his hands became a dangerous weapon.

The last person of the group, Basil stood right in front of the gateway. Countless of wind blades encapsulated his entire existence in sphere. The air screeched due to the friction of the wind blades caused to each other.

Due to that, every Goblins coming at him were shredded, whenever they were too close to him. Despite so, the Goblins didn't fret, and kept coming at him.

Pointing Kusanagi toward the gateway, wind gathered on the tip of its blade. Two fireballs were conjured on each sides of the tip of the blade.

The wind gathered on the tip of the blade started spinning in spiral. The fire sparked, before setting the wind ablaze.

With a twist, the wind, that was already caught in fire, was sent forward, at the room behind the gate and the seemingly endless swarm of Goblins.

At that moment, Kusanagi looked like a flamethrower.

Burst!

The enclosed space lit up brightly.

The Goblins were blinded by the light, stopping them in their advance. While their red small orbs were captivated by the bright light produced by the fire, their skin was honest. It started burning and melting.

The Goblins were too bewildered to react. Therefore, they could only stand there as if a moth entranced by the light, while their body were slowly reduced to ashes.

Basil focused his attention solely to the gate. He wasn't afraid of any Goblins attacking him, as his body was still encapsulated by the sphere of wind blades. His body was as safe as a baby in its mother's embrace.

Whitney sighed in amazement from afar. Basil's Magic Circles were on full display, and he could see them shining intensely. He didn't need to be a genius to conclude Basil had a monstrous Mana capacity.

He could've done the same as Basil. However, it would be poisonous to him in the long run.

Even if he was already a Fourth Circle Mage, his Circles couldn't contain that much of Mana. He wasn't gifted enough to have that kind of luxury.

Furthermore, the rate of his recovery wasn't fast enough. Therefore, he always prevented himself from using a wide range Spell, unless it was necessary.

Basil stopped shooting fire, and the light shining the room slowly died down. Countless of indistinguishably burned Goblin's corpses littered the ground, and the aroma of a burnt meat wafted through the whole isolated space.

The culprit stood silently in front of the gate, expecting the rest of the horde that hadn't come yet.

Silence descended upon the isolated space.

Out of the seemingly endless horde of Goblins, only one remained alive. It was the one who had played dead, when Cray had failed to kill it by striking its chest.

It was coming slowly toward Whitney, whom it deemed as the weakest person out of the three people. Its caved chest faintly heaved up and down, while blood constantly coming out of his mouth.

Whitney looked silently at the Goblin. "Having hands, yet only wield defected weapons. Having feet, yet only know how to run mindlessly. Having eyes, yet without vision. A pitiful creature, indeed."

There was only one step until the Goblin could swing its sloppily crafted sword at Whitney. However, it never had the chance to. An earth spike surged from the ground, piercing the Goblin right in its chest.

Stab!

Slowly, the eyes of the Goblin lost their light. Just like Whitney had said, the eyes were there, however they could see nothing.

They had literally become eyes without vision.